Dart and Dash
By Mary Smith
Dart and Dash
2015 by Mary Smith
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Dedication
To my mother
“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”
Edgar Allan Poe
Chapter 1 – Dart
“I hate you.” Dash yelled at me.
“What?” I pretended not to hear him, as I jogged backwards into the end zone, spiking the ball. “I win.” I threw my hands up into the air.
My identical twin brother stalked over to me, staring me down with the same ice blue eyes that I share. “It doesn’t count because I’m still drunk from last night.” He pushed my shoulder.
I laughed in his face, shaking my head. “Dash, you’re always drunk.”
“You do have a point there.” He nodded in agreement. “Come on, let’s hit the weights.”
I picked up the ball as Dash gathered our bags. I couldn’t believe how hot it was today. Then again, it was West Virginia, and I shouldn’t have been so surprised.
We left the practice field of the Marshall Thundering Herd, and headed over to the weight room. It never fails, when I walk into the room, it always reeks of sweat.
An hour of heavy weights, and a hot shower, I was still listening to Dash bragging on his latest lay from last night. I was growing tired of hearing his sexual adventures, but that’s Dash, and he’d never change.
This was our senior year. Dash and I have worked, and pushed ourselves to keep our starting positions on the team. In our sophomore year, Dash’s luck changed when, starting as wide receiver, he tore his ACL, and was out for the season. When Coach gave Dash another chance, he took it, and never looked back.
On the other hand, my position as running back, was harder to achieve. I had battled with another player for the past two years, and hadn’t seen much playing time. But it was training camp and I got the word I was going to be the one on the field. Coach explained my leadership of the team had helped me. I wasn’t sure what he meant until Dash told me that the other player was having criminal issues, issues with professors, and a horrible attitude.
“What are we going to do today?” Dash asked when we jumped into my car.
“Well, I’m hoping my awesome twin brother will help me before he goes out and bags another girl.”
“I know what you’re going to ask me, and the answer is no.” Dash crossed his arms.
I didn’t say anything, as I drove us home. I knew Dash better than anyone else, and I knew how to work him in my favor, too.
“I’m not doing it.” This time he shook his head, even though I hadn’t said a word since leaving the practice field. “Nope.”
“Technically, I didn’t ask you anything.” I informed him.
“Don’t you mean ‘yet’? You haven’t asked me anything, yet.” He clarified.
“You’re right.” I conceded and pulled into our driveway. “Dash, would you please help move Daisy’s sister into their house?” I officially asked.
“I’m not going to help you move your annoying girlfriend’s fat sister,” he growled at me.
I shut the car off, turning in my seat to face him. “Okay, three things. One, Daisy isn’t annoying, and after four years, you two should get along better. Two, her sister isn’t fat. You’ve